Gyroscope Review 15-3 - Page 53

The Wiser Hand by Jessica Fordham Kidd I’m lying in bed watching my fingers in the mirror. They are long, animal appendages and completely unfamiliar to me. I move them in and out of shadow. They become angled, flipper-like, twigs of trees, paws, and a creature independent of my body. This body. My illusion of unity so charming. My fingers smile a thin smile at my naivety. In the night, my strange hand with its unexpected edges flits around the universe picking at the seams that hold me to one place. They worry the straig